Blubble and notion of solitude
harm of a hopefully full
never such period business
blubble this craic
delight for instance
for an instant of
shocked-over infant
baby with lady
to each their disease
the starving is over
the maiden begins
i have no pretension!
i tighten my bowtie
unleavened unseasoned
a prayer out of paper
a comfortable mask
she folds with the bedsheets
he dances his bones out
the dry of mid-august
the fly in the swelter
the heat like steamed ice
a tightening jaw in
the night where she draws
the where of the time
and the when of the space
the evil among us
the child says goodnight

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